On a day like today, the day holy, royal blood was shed, all words fail.
Today, a King was slain to ransom slaves.
No words can truly express the gratitude and thankfulness due, but I will try…
Thank You, Lord Jesus, for all You did and for all You gave.
We love You.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.